Chapter 77: I, Murphy, cannot bear to see the sufferings of the world

"I did not find a breeding base for house elves," Locke said regretfully, "but after my many contacts, I have collected more than 40 house elves from sellers all over the world."

"Oh?!" Murphy was a little surprised, "Great, where are they?"

"I have bought them all, and they are now in my house. Do you want to go and see them?"

"Okay! Let's go!"

…

Locke's home is on a hillside in Devonshire.

It is a small house dug out on the hillside, hidden in the grass. If it were not for the bright windows and the oak door, Murphy would almost ignore its existence.

Standing in front of the door of the cottage, you can overlook a large wilderness, with woods and swamps in the distance.

"The scenery here is nice," Murphy looked around, "I'm planning to buy a house here."

"In front is the village of Ottery St. Catchpole, and on the other side of the river is Ottery St. Mary, both of which are inhabited by wizards." Locke pointed to a strange-looking building in the wilderness, "Look, that's the Weasley family, and on the mountain over there lives the Lovegood family, all of whom are weirdos. The higher mountain is the White Stoat Mountain, which is very beautiful."

Weasley?

The Burrow?

Murphy looked up and seemed to see one or two figures walking around the crooked house.

As for the Lovegood house further away, only a strange spire could be seen.

For some reason, when seeing these places, Murphy felt lazy and comfortable. Maybe he would really buy a house here and live there occasionally when he had a break. It would be nice.

But for now, let's take a look at those house elves first.

Bending over and walking into Locke's home that looked like a Hobbit's hut, Murphy found that the space inside was actually quite large.

As soon as he entered the house, Murphy saw seven or eight house elves busying themselves with this and that. One of them was carefully wiping the floor that had been polished to a shine with a rag for who knows how many times. One of them was changing his posture for flower arrangement, holding a water cup in his hand and pouring a drop of water into it from time to time. Another one was washing clothes, but the washing water seemed to be clean enough to drink directly.

"They are so boring. I can't stop them from working."

Sure enough, every room in Locke's hut was filled with house elves. They tried every means to find some work for themselves. There were even several elves who had conflicts because of scrambling to do the work, and they were beaten to a bloody pulp.

They are indeed house elves.

So dedicated.

What 996? They always work 007, and they don't ask for salary or overtime pay. They are so enthusiastic about work that they will fight you to the death if you don't let them work.

Such a good and perfect employee, if placed in the Muggle boss, wouldn't he be treated as a treasure and given certificates every day?

But these wizards don't know how to cherish them?

Not only do they not give them rewards, they don't even give them clothes to wear, they don't even have enough food to eat, and they often beat and scold them...

Black-hearted, too black-hearted, even capitalists would cry when they see it.

Take them away, they must all be taken away. I, Murphy Darkholm, just can't bear to see the suffering of the world.

"By the way, when you were looking for these elves, did you meet a therapist or doctor who knew how to treat them?"

"Huh?" Locke was stunned by this question, "Who can treat house elves?"

"…"

Okay, he thought too much.

Wizards don't even treat house-elves as humans, they don't even treat them as dogs, and there is not even a veterinarian.

These little guys are alive and well relying on their own immunity.

"Okay," Murphy took out a rope, "let them line up and hold on to this rope."

Before leaving, Murphy told Locke a few more words, "Pay attention to the wizard security store. Go buy a few shops. There must be one in Diagon Alley, Knockturn Alley, and Hogsmeade. Just recruit people now. Graduates from Hogwarts or other famous magic schools are preferred. Just fresh graduates and young people who have just graduated for one or two years."

"Oh, by the way, buy me a house nearby."

…

With forty-three house-elves back to the Institute of Charms, Murphy went to find Laura Kruger.

"Are they house-elves?" Dobby was receiving treatment in the medical laboratory. It was the first time for Laura to see a house-elf. "Wow, so cute!"

"Huh?" Murphy took a look at those wrinkled, soft, long-nosed, big-eared creatures that looked like oversized upright mice. "Cute?"

"Look, their big eyes, don't you think they are cute?"

This was the first time Murphy saw his assistant so lively, completely different from her usual reserved and businesslike attitude.

To be honest, I think you are cuter.

"Ahem," Murphy coughed lightly, "They will replace the staff in the institute and will be responsible for the logistics of the entire institute in the future. You should find some people recently to let them get familiar with this place, and then arrange for the withdrawal of those Muggle staff."

The institute needed those Muggle staff at the beginning, completely out of necessity.

With each additional irrelevant person, the possibility of the institute leaking secrets increases.

But now that we have house-elves with guaranteed loyalty, those staff members can be dismissed.

"Okay." Laura wrote down Murphy's instructions in her notebook, "By the way, Director, today the security team of the mansion outside sent a message saying that someone named Boris wants to see you."

"Okay, got it. I'll go see him later."

Recently, he has been directly Apparating into the institute and hasn't been back to the mansion for several days. If Boris comes to find him, he really can't find him.

After arranging the house-elves, Murphy went to the medical laboratory to see Dobby.

"How is he?" He asked the doctor who was injecting Dobby with medicine.

There is no shortage of medical experts in the institute. In order to study magical animals, Murphy even recruited several veterinarians, who are now consulting with Dobby.

"He is too weak and seriously lacks nutrition. Many organs have dysfunction and are even close to failure. If it is delayed for a while, I am afraid he can't be saved." The doctor said, "However, his will to survive is very strong. We are giving him nutrition. Although his body structure is very different from that of humans, fortunately, the nutrients he needs are not much different, and drugs such as difficile and wound cleaning agents are also effective for him, so there is a high possibility that he can recover."

Murphy nodded, but saw the big-headed creature on the bed opened his eyes, looked at him confusedly for a long time, and then closed them again.

"Okay, you guys take more care. In addition, a group of house elves have come to the institute. They are all of its kind. You can do some physical examinations on them, which should let you know more about this creature. If the physical examination finds other sick house elves, treat them together."

"These elves have a very bad life in the outside world. Don't be too rough with them."

…

After leaving the institute, Murphy returned to the mansion.

"Where is Boris?"

(End of this chapter)